I Hate Hearing French

I stumbled upon a comment
that you made
awhile
ago
to someone else
and I know it shouldn’t
have
bothered
me
but the jealousy reared its vicious head
and it made my skin tingle and itch
and all I can remember is
throwing my phone
and bursting into tears
because you will never
call me those
two words again
and its
all my
fault.
And I envy those that can talk
to you for hours
like I used
to be able to
because these days it’s so awkward
and I don’t know how to change it,
even though I want to change it,
I have so much
I want to talk to you
about but I doubt
I’ll ever get a chance
and I’m jealous
of everyone
who
can
.

The End

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